Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

It's all over.

Players from Teyvat left the original world one after another.

For them, this journey is just a game.

The residents living on this continent truly faced a horrific and unexpected disaster.

Chris looked at the empty beds in the Thunder Alliance, and always felt a sense of sadness as if people had left and the tea had been forgotten.

But then again.

He seemed to never really understand those players with strange skins.

"Do you believe that there is another world besides this one?"

Greg saw Chris was in a daze, so he stopped and said:

"I believe."

His body has recovered well these days. As Herobrine's teleportation substitute, he was able to join the battlefield so quickly thanks to Greg's long-term willpower.

During his time in the ward, he had heard many, many stories from the players.

In that fantasy world of sword and magic, there are dragons, gods, ancient mechas, and lost ruins.

In that world that is increasingly on the verge of collapse, there are ups and downs, life and death, wars, evil spirits, and also, there are waves and grandeur that they cannot imagine.

It is a world that everyone can admire and sigh with emotion, but it is also a world that insignificant people can only admire but cannot reach.

"And what about the other world?"

“That world is even more difficult to describe in words.”

There is no magic in that world, but there is science and technology that is more splendid and incredible than magic. The reason why some players come here is precisely because of the torrent of data that is difficult for them to describe and even more difficult to understand.

"In that world, there is a lack of freedom. People are disciplined and imprisoned in invisible cages, both physically and mentally."

"So, this is why they wantonly release "evil" in this world?"

“Maybe it’s because there’s more freedom here.”

After Greg left this sentence, he didn't say anything else.

He is a product of the original world.

The beauty of the other world was beyond his cognition. No matter how detailed his listening to other people's descriptions was, he could hardly imagine what it looked like.

Perhaps because of this, he loves this world that belongs to him even more.

His eyes looked into the distance.

At the original site of the Thunder Alliance, players expanded the building range and used different beacons to mark the base of their own team.

As the world trading system becomes more and more developed, various building mods are unlocked and traded, allowing more decorative blocks and functional blocks to enter the player's alliance.

From a distance, the scene nearby looks like a beautiful cyberpunk city.

Far away from here, the villagers' kingdom was also brightly lit.

It is hard to imagine that not long ago, this place was corroded by the strange black rain into a small piece of uneven and strange buildings.

The reason why this place was able to be rebuilt so quickly was thanks to the group of players who were good at construction.

The king issued a recruitment order and offered generous emerald rewards. The young architects used their imagination to rebuild every building with beautiful building blocks and redstone technology, from the palace castle to the houses of every villager...

"Brother, our architectural talent is needed by many people!"

A short square man said:

"It's not just the cube people who can fight who are needed. We also have our own value..."

The cube man on one side also smiled.

Looking at the complex of buildings that grew little by little under his hands.

His heart was also filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Come on, let's go to the market in the Villager Kingdom and buy some food."

"Can't we go to the Players' Market? I think the things those big-nosed people like are really weird..."

The two argued endlessly.

But they reached a consensus on some level - they would never go to the Monster Market to buy food.

The things they like are even stranger.

……

Watching the two cube men leave, the Drowned King hidden in the shadows silently withdrew his gaze.

"Hey, man, how many emeralds have you collected?"

The Lord of Disaster appeared out of nowhere and opened his panel to show off. The long string of numbers following the emerald icon made him smile even more proudly.

Since the Sky Island Plundering Mode was launched, the Lord of Disaster has led his subordinates to win many battles.

After collecting countless loot drops and blocks on it, you can resell the useless items to players, villagers, animals, and monsters through the world trading system.

This made his reputation level very high for a while.

But the Drowned King did not take any action.

It does not participate in either the world trading system or the skyblock looting game.

I still stay in the dark valley every day, and stay there for a very long time.

"I don't need to do that." The Drowned King said slowly.

You don't need to do those things to live well in this world.

And, let’s be honest.

It really doesn't know why this guy, the Lord of Disaster, can find it every time and every time through various means.

Even before the disaster, no matter what decisions he made or what plans he had, this annoying guy would always pop up from strange corners and vow to stop it.

Block all decisions it makes.

Even though this decision did not hinder the predator tribe.

"You're trying to isolate yourself from others."

The King of Disaster said: "There is an invisible wall around you. It is not very thick. If you want to, you can easily walk out of it. But the problem is that you don't want to... So it becomes thicker and thicker, isolating more and more people, until you become an island and no one can approach you or see you anymore."

Drowned King: “…”

No one noticed? That's exactly what it wanted.

"Everyone living in this world should have some hope." said the King of Disaster.

The Drowned King shook his head and said, "I was created in the name of a weapon. I walk in the world with the sole purpose of living to bring more victories to the Lord. As for the self you mentioned, I don't know and don't understand."

"You like war? What a coincidence, I do too—to be exact, I didn't before, but I do now."

The Lord of Disaster said:

"I used to be afraid of wars that represented bloodshed, separation, and death, but I had to stand up to protect the plunderers. Later, the gods saw me and gave me that kind of power. I seemed to be pushed to this position by a mysterious hand. If I don't move forward, I always feel that I owe something to others."

"But now...war has become a game."

At this point, the tone of the Disaster King became excited:

"There is no death there, and there are even many ways to fight. Everyone has their own unique abilities."

Once upon a time, the things he loved became his constraints, but now, the things that constrained him have returned to their original form.

The Drowned King just listened quietly without making any response.

"You're really not coming? I was hoping to see you in there... Otherwise, a game where you always win would be a little too boring."

“You’ll always meet your match.”

After the Drowned King left these words, he thought back to the past.

This guy always pops up from various places to find the reason for himself. It can't be because of this. Thinking of what the King of Disaster said before, the Drowned King quickly rejected this idea.

"By the way, you know what? The sea creatures that participate in the plundering game have always been a little short of expectations."

The Drowned King pricks up his (nonexistent) ears.

The King of Disaster continued to talk to himself: "They always want to win, but they are always just a little short..."

When I turned around, the Drowned King was gone.

The King of Disaster smiled and looked up at the sky.

"That's good, too."

"At least, we finally understand what we are fighting for..."